Ho hum, grey-ish sort of morning, DH out in his office with the cat, getting my hair done at 11.30 and just can't be bothered. It's a thought to even go and load dishwasher (how hard done to am I?), I would be quite happy with several trashy mags and numerous cuppas but I'd have to make the effort to go down to village and buy said trashy mags which defeats the object. Come on woman, make an effort to get off the sofa!
How can this be allowed to happen?
I hope this celebrity isn’t who I think it is………
AIBU To Suggest We Should Call Time On Fireworks?




with milk please
myself but happy to provide them for all other sofa occupants!